Lost secrets

The sound of your sniff
Folding clothes stiff like books
On the roof I work on greenhouses, revenge
So many have left, misdirected, targeted. These portends.
I’ve found carved into others for sculpture
Smooth in the cold, you can skate these scars
A thin film, Titanium blades, the scratch
All can be caught
Wondering what’s in the silence
Of sects. Mine, the music of free tongues and science.
The dead do not return receipts.
This earthbound mind is as if AA cured, jaw earthed
Yet your words all sold to fear, cults
The allure of secrets. A call. The close voice
Commands like choice. My mind
Is now a busy church
Full of echoes. Wings built and burnt in pogroms
Annexes housing refugee denominations
In this clamour there is no clear order
Yet I can speak my mind.
But love. Our alliance in secrets, intimacy, Nagel
Is lost in this enforced cowardice, hex
Stimulus of the anterior cingulate cortex
I do not expect ever to hear a word of truth from you
About this year. That habitat divided by a firm road
All this access begets a silence, an irreparable
Emotional extinction
Long since I  heard an honest song of love ring.